Pam's Shemale Experience Ch. 04

Her beautiful breasts were out in the open. Pam descended, hefting one's soft weight, teasing the already straining nipple with her tongue, feeling Tanya tremble, hearing her sigh. As she laved and licked at one, she took the other in her grip, rubbing the pad of her finger along the nipple, stroking the pliant flesh.

Tanya's breasts were Pam's third favorite part of her body; her delicious balls were second, and that prodigious shaft was paramount. Despite this hierarchy, Pam was no less eager in paying homage to Tanya's heaving bosom. Her tongue struck relentlessly at one nipple, lashing it with wetness and warmth. Her hand stroked still, squeezing lovingly at the heavy orb, feeling it fill her palm.

Her other hand trailed down Tanya's stomach, diving daringly into her pants, past her briefs to find that prick. The confines of those briefs became tighter as the length swelled in her grip.

As she began to smoothly pump her hand, she switched her oral attention to the other breast, sucking the nipple into her mouth, bathing it with saliva. Tanya purred contentedly, sipping on the sangria, stroking along Pam's hair.

But even with Pam's infatuation with Tanya's breasts, her allegiance was primarily to that swiftly surging shaft.

So she broke off those heavy breasts, leaving them gleaming with spit, to work at Tanya's belt. The shemale watched as Pam dragged the pants down and off, and then lifted up her hips to help her do the same to the briefs.

That fat cock was bared to the world, and more importantly, to Pam. The housewife bit her lip at the sight. Every inch of the throbbing, veined flesh was hers to adore.

"Take off the robe," Tanya commanded, the unquestioned authority in her tone making Pam quiver, "I want to see my slut's body."

Pam obeyed, moaning softly, moving off her lap to stand back. Her fingers again fumbled as she hurried to untie the sash, the robe quickly dropping to the floor to reveal the fit form underneath.

Tanya's mouth quirked into a smile; her cock seemed to jump at the sight.

"Babe," she purred, "you're a work of art."

Pam blushed.

"Come here."

She was once again yanked back into her lap. This time, that unyielding shaft rubbed deliciously against her bare sex. The contact made her quiver, made her grind lazily against it.

Tanya drank deep from the glass.

Instead of swallowing it, she claimed Pam's mouth with a kiss, slipping her tongue inside. With it came a sweet rush of sangria; Pam swallowed greedily, squirming in Tanya's lap. Another sip was followed by another kiss and another mouthful for Pam.

After that second sip, Tanya changed tack. She tilted Pam's head, baring the gentle curve of her neck, and poured some of the cool liquid out. Pam gasped at the feeling of it splattering against her skin. It was immediately sucked up by Tanya's thirsty mouth.

She poured more out, the red liquid staining Pam's skin; again she attacked, licking and lapping up the crimson trickles. As Pam squirmed in her lap, rubbing herself shamelessly against that slab of meat, another stream was let out. Her neck was treated to another bout of thirsty licking.

"Tastes better off of you," Tanya purred, making Pam blush.

Shifting the glass to her other hand, Tanya brought it up to Pam's mouth. She drank, and awaited her temporary owner's lips. They clashed, and the mouthful changed from one woman to the other. Their tongues met during the exchange, sliding along, Tanya's more aggressive and assertive.

Tanya's mouth broke off, and she trailed down, leaving kisses and nips to the edge of the corset.

"Of course, you don't need sangria to taste good," came the next comment.

The rest of the beverage was drained in one gulp, and Tanya leaned down to place it on the floor, out of the way.

She took a moment to admire Pam, cupping her cheek in one hand, grinning.

"You're so sexy, babe, you know that?"

Pam nodded, biting her lip, still grinding mindlessly against that fantastic shaft.

And then she was manhandled onto her back, squealing as Tanya flipped her over. The shemale stood back, watching as Pam crawled back, up towards the headboard.

That grin had grown into a toothy smile, the look of a predator facing cornered prey, ready to devour it. Pam quivered under the hunger of that gaze, mound trickling juices, her hand darting down to stroke along it.

"Please," she gasped, seeing her lover so close.

Tanya took her sweet time to climb onto the bed. Breathless pleas spilled constantly from Pam's lips as she watched her come closer and closer.

Before long, Tanya was in between Pam's thighs, hands forcing them apart further.

The head of her length nudged along her dripping sex. Those hazel eyes lanced down at her, fixing her to the bed.

"Fuck me," she begged.

One steady thrust, and inch after inch slipped inside, an inexorable campaign that left her sensitive channel vanquished, her broken moans and helpless quivering proclaiming Tanya's undoubted victory. Her cunt was so receptive and docile to the formidable will of the younger woman, making it a breeze for Tanya to fit all of her length, the wetness drooling out around the thickness, slicking down to her balls as they nudged against her slit. Pam gazed up at Tanya, eyes wide, wordlessly beseeching her to take what was hers.

"Fuck, you take me so easy," Tanya groaned.

Pam nodded, gasping.

Tanya chuckled at that, one hand taking hold of Pam's thigh, the other steadying herself.

That thickness drew back, until half of it was in and half was out. A strong shove pierced to Pam's core, again overpowering her cunt, forcing a strained grunt from her mouth at the impact. Her legs closed around Tanya, meeting to lock themselves against the small of her back, anchoring herself. As she fought to catch her breath, her hands ran along Tanya's body, sliding up to stroke along a heaving breast or to caress along her tensing shoulder.

Again, that prick drew back, and again it was shoved back inside to the base. This time there was less time between the two movements; the third time there was none, Tanya quickly falling into a steady rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, smoothly screwing that wet channel.

If ever the word 'wet' was an understatement, it was at that moment. Pam's channel was drenched, soaked, saturated, sopping with her own nectar, a testament to how worked up Tanya got her. Each thrust squelched along, the sounds lewd and obscene, making her blush and Tanya smirk. The lustful cadence was incredibly loud in her ears as the pace upped, as Tanya screwed that much harder, little splatters of juice spraying onto Tanya's balls and Pam's thighs. Rivulets trickled down to stain the bedding, reaching the upper edge of Pam's delicate stockings, slicking them tighter to her legs. Tanya chuckled, amused by how aroused her lover was, rewarding that devotion with several harder thrusts, a surprised and grateful cry escaping from Pam at the harder impacts. Seeing the heat blush across Pam's creamy skin, she leaned down to suck at her neck. Pam bucked underneath her, tilting her head with a submissive mewl to let her temporary owner mark her property.

And mark her she did, introducing her teeth numerous times in loving nips and bites, using her tongue to soothe whatever flesh she mistreated. Her hand squeezed harder at Pam's thigh, gripping tightly.

The pace upped more. Pam laid there, shuddering and moaning, holding onto Tanya's shoulders as she rutted, railing steadily into her accommodating depths. It was a sweet submission, bondage so divine, having this woman take her body and use it, treat it as an object of pure carnality, as a tool with which to achieve the highest peaks of pleasure.

One of those peaks washed over her; she clung tighter to Tanya, unable to come down from said peak, those furious thrusts keeping her ecstasy buzzing.

In the midst of that glorious pinnacle, she was aware of Tanya moving her legs, unlocking them from around her waist, pushing them against her chest, pinning her. She smirked down at Pam as her hips snapped relentlessly, driving hard into her soaked depths.

The moment Tanya pushed further, bringing Pam's legs up over her head, she knew what Tanya had in mind. And when a few fingers began to trace lazy patterns across her clit, the pleasure multiplied, this new source of sensation linking up with the cock currently reaming out her cunt. She gasped, gazing up at Tanya.

"You know what I want," Tanya said with a smirk.

Pam nodded, feeling that familiar tightness arise in her belly, brought upon by Tanya's masterful handling. As Tanya sheathed herself again and again inside Pam's cunt, she rubbed harder along her clit, driving up the ecstasy, the tightness swelling quickly, Pam jerking and groaning, helpless to resist the swell. Tanya wanted to see her undone, to see her gush her own cream all over herself, like the most wicked of sluts.

"Make me squirt," she gasped, sharing that desire.

The tightness surged, her belly clutching, Tanya huffing and panting as she worked, sweat dotting her forehead, trickling down into the valley between her heavy breasts. She tossed her head, perspiration splattering about, dark hair flying from the motion; her length drove repeatedly to the base, skewering Pam's ravaged pussy, seeking to shatter the older woman on the rocks of euphoric orgasm.

Pam mewled, the sight of a frantically fucking Tanya frightfully lewd and incredibly erotic. Those hazel eyes were blazing with desire, those perpetually smirking lips now drawn instead into a grimace, teeth bared, a vein standing out in her forehead, breasts bouncing and swaying to the rhythm.

"Make me squirt for you," Pam begged.

Tanya snarled. Strong fingers tortured Pam's clit, focusing pure sensation into the bud, coupling with the forceful excavation of her channel to produce a blazing crescendo of pleasure.

The tightness swelled to its breaking point. Pam jerked, eyes rolling back in their sockets, feeling the release wash over her, a shameless scream erupting from her mouth.

The first explosion bathed Tanya's shaft and balls in slick cream.

A moment later, Tanya yanked herself out, and the following spurts fired out, jetting from Pam's cunt straight out onto her face, dappling it with sticky fluids. The overwhelmed housewife screamed, back arching, hands curling into fists, gripping at the sheets in a futile attempt to remain moored to sanity. White-hot pleasure tore through her, more blasts spraying out to slap at her neck and shoulders, Tanya pushing down again, angling her so as to let the spray reach more flesh, taking a merciless satisfaction in her task. The scream trailed off into whimpers as the euphoric inferno receded.

Pam trembled, her face slick with cream, trickles of it running along. Her tongue stuck out to intercept a few streams, savoring her own flavor. Her body began to unwind, eyes fluttering shut.

Which left her unaware of Tanya lining up her prick to that flooded slit. The shemale gave one deep thrust, hilting quickly.

The impact, and sudden fullness, made Pam buck, her eyes flying open, moaning loudly. Tanya quickly began to fuck again, keeping Pam with her legs bent back, helpless and powerless. Her hands were strong around Pam's calves, squeezing tightly.

After a few thrusts, Tanya's hand returned to Pam's clit, and she resumed stroking. The combo of sensations was delightfully illicit. Pam grunted softly as her pussy was screwed harshly by its temporary owner. Those swollen balls slapped again and again at her taint, slicking that small stretch of flesh with the squirted juices that had escaped Pam's channel.

"Make me squirt," she begged again, squirming.

Tanya chuckled, rubbing harder against her clit. Her back arched of its own accord, her legs twitching and tensing, her pussy clutching around the fat shaft.

The deep clenching of her core arose again, in reaction to the overwhelming pleasure. It was almost painful, how her body tightened, how the sensations swirled and swelled, leaving her shaking and moaning.

"Come on," Tanya growled. "Squirt all over yourself like a filthy little slut."

Pam mewled, nodding frantically, willing her body to give in to the shemale's demands. It was a matter of time, she knew, but the quicker it happened then the quicker Tanya would get what she wanted.

The swelling intensified, making Pam's muscles clench, every nerve afire with sensation. A few more moments passed, her core tightening.

She gazed up at Tanya. The blazing hunger in those hazel eyes made her shiver. All she wanted was to satiate that hunger. Again, Tanya wanted to see her unravel, to see her break into little helpless pieces, whimpering and whining. Again, Pam wanted it too.

"Make me squirt," she beseeched again, licking her lips, tasting her own cream, wanting more to baste her lips.

Tanya caressed roughly along her clit, torturing the thousands of nerves in the sensitive nub. Her cock pumped ferociously, trickling fluids bathing its veined flesh.

The breaking point arrived.

Pam had a moment of clarity before the chaos, a moment to appreciate what Tanya could do to her, the depths of depravity to which they descended, the heights of pleasure to which they ascended.

And then the chaos commenced.

Tanya managed to pull out, pushing harder onto Pam's legs, bringing her oozing slit so close to her face. That clarity was replaced by lust-induced mindlessness as the first squirt lanced out, splattering against her nose. Pam wailed, overwhelmed again, more squirts joining the glistening mess already caking her face. They arced higher, dappling her hair, sticking the brown strands to her forehead. Through the fire of the ecstasy, she could hear Tanya laughing, amused by her handiwork. Her eyes closed again, just in time for another spray to slap at her eyelids, slicking them shut. The last few struck lower, dappling her chin, striking at her neck, making her squirm in sluttish splendor.

She panted, her body slumping back, unwinding again.

"Damn, you look like such a slut," Tanya commented.

"Mmm, I feel like one too," she breathed, feeling Tanya let up on her legs.

In her momentary blindness, she felt Tanya's weight shift on the bed. A second later came a warm tongue at her cheek. Pam stayed still as the shemale tasted her squirt, lapping eagerly towards her eyes, ready to clean them off the sticky juices. Tanya gently kissed away the fluids, allowing Pam to open her eyes.

Tanya's tongue stopped, leaving the rest of the mess there. She shifted back to in between Pam's legs, and aimed her prick quickly at those flooded folds.

One thrust, and she was in to the balls. Pam squealed, shuddering with delight as those delightful ten inches occupied her channel once again.

Tanya paused, savoring the feeling of the clenching slit; her hand returned to Pam's clit, and the housewife groaned, already tired but still wanting to be the sluttiest she could be for Tanya. Her body throbbed with pleasure as hand and cock stoked the flames of lust.

The swelling returned immediately, and increased quickly. Tanya pushed again on Pam's legs, trapping them against her chest.

Rivulets of her squirt ran down Pam's face, smearing along her cheeks, dripping off to stain the sheets. She stuck out her tongue, drawing in more of the juices, tasting her own essence, shivering at the flavor. The scent wafted up into her nostrils, clouding her brain further.

Obscenely wet sounds rang out as Tanya began to fuck her. Her fat shaft was coated in Pam's squirt, glistening with the slick cream, trickles dripping down to her balls, the mess splattering all over both women each time those swollen orbs connected with Pam's taint. Their combined sweat added to the fluids on their bodies, leaving Tanya's ebony flesh gleaming, Pam's lighter tone shining. The bed below them was matted with wetness, sheets stained from Pam's squirting.

"One more time," Tanya growled, pumping steadily into that vulnerable cunt.

Pam nodded, moaning shamelessly. Her legs trembled in Tanya's grip.

The swelling intensified. Lines of fire arced through her nerves, sparking out from her core, poured in by Tanya's urgent ministrations. Her cock rubbed decadently along her channel, piercing deep inside her, filling her so deliciously. Her hand continued to torture that sensitive clit.

"Please," Pam gasped.

Tanya snarled down at her, upping her pace, breasts bouncing as she laid into Pam's cunt, as she stroked along her clit.

The breaking point arrived sooner than the other two times. It overwhelmed her, the vivid ecstasy slamming into her trapped body, leaving her powerless to do anything but cry out, stiffening underneath Tanya, who simply pulled out. Her hands pressed harder, aiming Pam's pussy straight at her face.

Pam opened her mouth and closed her eyes. The sound of that first gushing spurt made her quiver, and then it struck her, splashing against her forehead. The fluid began to stream down her face as more spurts shot out from her drenched slit, the cream settling on her face. One stream landed on her tongue, and she hummed as it slid down her throat, warm and thick. The rest defiled her face, leaving it a mess as a third coat of cream added to the first two.

With her eyes closed, she was again caught unawares by Tanya, who thrust into that overwhelmed cunt.

Pam's eyes flew open, a strained scream spilling out from her lips.

Instead of fucking her, Tanya rolled over quickly, dragging the older woman onto her lap.

The result was Pam straddling Tanya, impaled all the way to the base, feeling those fat balls just underneath where their respective sexes met. She mewled, quivering; the squirting orgasm had died down, but the fierce pleasure remained, an afterglow spiking into another orgasm at the feel of that hard cock possessing her completely.

"Ride me," Tanya commanded.

The maneuver had caught Pam by surprise, leaving her momentarily dumbstruck, swaying weakly atop the length of flesh.

"I said ride me," Tanya snarled, one hand gripping now at Pam's hip, the other snaking into her hair, using the dual grip to pull Pam up her shaft, and then yank her down.

Pam squealed as she was essentially reduced to a masturbatory aid, her dripping cunt skewered again and again as it was guided along that fat prick. Her helplessness and submission were highlighted as she was used to stimulate that shaft. Tanya was rough, as usual, paying no mind to Pam's pleasure as she used her, confident anyway that the older woman was awash in it. And she was, cumming quickly, squirming atop that magnificent length, feeling it ream out her channel.

"Do you like it when I use your pussy like a cocksleeve?" Tanya asked, laying back, content in her position of power, not moving her own hips, instead manhandling Pam along her prick.

"Mmm-hmm," Pam answered, fighting to find the words, a shaky nod and murmured assent her best attempt.

"That's what your pussy is," Tanya growled, "it's my cocksleeve. It belongs to me, until John gets home."

"Oh god, yes..." Pam mewled, words finally arriving, eloquence still escaping her. All she could do was agree. There was, in fact, no other option in her mind, as Tanya was indeed correct, that she was the property of the younger woman until such time as her husband returned home.

"Now ride me," Tanya demanded, letting go of Pam's hip and hair, settling back on the bed.

Her mind had cleared somewhat, so she obeyed, grinding herself onto that thick shaft, cunt clutching as it slid along. Tanya looked up at her, amused smirk on her face, enjoying the soft moans spilling from Pam's mouth.

"You like riding my cock?" she asked teasingly, moving a hand to grip at her thigh, squeezing possessively.